| «Look the history lessons over motherf**kas
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| You still to learn one thing tho
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| Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherf**ker
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| Even if there’s like 52 thousand rungs
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| Man don’t ever hesitate to get whatever it takes to get the motherf**king job
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| done»
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| (Blaze)
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| There is one patch made of gravel and cobblestone
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| Filled with paying dues and laced with potholes
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| I’ll never quit
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| Shit, I’ll think I’ll pull off to the side
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| With one foot in the game, and the other on the grind
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| Now my mind’s been compared to a darkly lit alleyway
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| With too many rats and that bitch for you to tally
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| Now I’m moving on up
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| It’s my timing, coming up short
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| Not for long, I’m steady climbin'
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| (Esham)
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| Climbin', rhymin' with the undying
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| Filthy, never shining
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| Always grinding, I made it three feet
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| And I got three feet to go
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| Cause been six feet under from a long time ago
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| Me and Colton Grundy, bloody money
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| Now I climb from the cemetary dirt under me
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| From dust till dawn, when the sun be shining
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| You’ll see my hand come from underground
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| Cause I’m climbing
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| I’m climbing, I’m rising, I’m straight to the top
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| Making blood splatter, don’t matter, I ain’t gonna stop
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| And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
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| I’m out here climbing, I’m whilin, this hatchet go chop
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| Its a constant battle, for me to get to the top
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| But when the ball drops, I’m going bring the world to a stop
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| I’m a man on a mission
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| Wishing everybody would just get up off me
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| Maybe then I could breath
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| I’m on my knees again
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| Waiting for my chance to get away
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| Hoping I’ll be up there one day
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| I’ll never stop trying to climb, so ride my vine
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| And let me reach for mine
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| And in time
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| Hand over hand we climb, play the beat, and we rhyme
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| See us on stage, throwing the f**k you sign
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| The game is like a chain link fence
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| So I’m scaling that bitch with catlike reflexes
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| So I’m saying that, if you ain’t got no grip
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| You need to find some two-way tape and get sticky with it
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| Cause our shit is like magnets the way that it attracts
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| They must be something that keeps it coming back
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| Cause we’re the shit
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| I’m climbing, I’m rising, I’m straight to the top
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| Making blood splatter, don’t matter, I ain’t gonna stop
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| And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
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| I’m out here climbing, I’m whilin, this hatchet go chop
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| I’m gonna keep climbing ya’ll (climbing ya’ll)
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| Straight to the top, I’m soaring (I'm soaring)
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| Blood’s gonna keep flying ya’ll (flying ya’ll)
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| (Violent J)
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| I get bloody if I have to, pillage and stab you
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| Leave ya shredded
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| Like a pack of polar bears done had you
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| I don’t give a shit, who has to die for me to fly
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| Slice your legs off under your kness, and float by
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| I’m who everybody hates, so I’m leaving the stakes
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| And I’m passing through dimensions
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| On through the pearly gates
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| I’m from beyond the sun, I come to bomb you some
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| And I’m the one to get the goddamn job done
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| (Blaze)
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| My socks are moving, ain’t worried what others doing
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| Make my own path to the top, and it won’t stop
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| I’m a grown man doing what a grown man does
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| Taking all you suckas back to school, so pack a lunch
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| I’m like a scholar, with knowledge too real to collar
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| Working on my next shit before I count a dollar
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| Cause when you made it there you don’t let go
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| And don’t look down until your in the ear of everyone in town
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| I’m climbing, I’m rising, I’m straight to the top
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| Making blood splatter, don’t matter, I ain’t gonna stop
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| And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
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| I’m out here climbing, I’m whilin, this hatchet go chop
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| (Repeat until end)
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| I’m gonna keep climbing ya’ll (climbing ya’ll)
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| Straight to the top, I’m soaring (I'm soaring)
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| Blood’s gonna keep flying ya’ll (flying ya’ll)
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| I’m gonna keep climbing ya’ll (climbing ya’ll)
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| I’m gonna keep climbing ya’ll (climbing ya’ll)
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| Straight to the top, I’m soaring (I'm soaring)
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| Blood’s gonna keep flying ya’ll (flying ya’ll)
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| (at 7:30)
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| «Yea! |
| Damn, y’all still here… F**k outta here! |